Since his debut, Dongguan has been following Luo Jiajun. To put it bluntly, his starting point is much higher than that of too many gangsters. Although he has no right to decide or speak in many things he has to do, and his freedom is very small, but he is leaning behind him with a boss like Luo Jiajun with a wide connection and a Sanxin Company that can be called a group. Therefore, many things he does do do do do not need to consider the consequences, but only requires execution. The consequences? That is something that the company will deal with. Moreover, since the day he entered the industry, he has almost never considered it for small money and survival, so he is much more comfortable than too many gangsters at the bottom...

But what about Qiu San?

He happened to be another extreme. In other words, all the things he has today were made by himself. Perhaps his level cannot be compared with Sanxin Company, but he is full of wolfishness, has a strong survivability, and often makes people confused about the routine when doing things.

Therefore, when a group-like senior gangster like Dongguan meets Qiu San, a grassroots brother who is so stunned that he can no longer be stunned, he immediately feels like a modern civilized person falls into a primitive tribe.

Because Qiu San is obviously a person who can't tell you any tricks at all, and he will not be afraid of wolves in front and tigers in the future. He first analyzes the pros and cons in his mind. He is now in the stage where he wants to go to another level after experiencing primitive accumulation and dares to do anything to achieve his goal. He doesn't care how much energy you are with Luo Jiajun and Zhejiang J are. He only knows that in this KTV, I have dozens of brothers who dare to cut with a knife, so what I say is the final word!

When Dongguan realized this in his heart, he felt that something was going to be a bad thing today because Qiu San had no intention of having a good talk. But when he came, it was definitely impossible to kneel down to the other party if something was wrong, because he did not represent himself, but Luo Jiajun, so he stared at the other party with his eyes and said in a concise sentence: "Qiu San, I am not here to watch you play the scene. Fatty Huang is from our company and is also my friend, so if he has any holidays with you, you can tell me."

"Tell me?" Qiu San looked at Dongguan with his hands behind his back: "He owes me more than 10 million yuan and there is also a piece of land in the Royal G area. What's the matter? Can you decide to pay back the money for him, or can you give me the land?"

Dongguan was completely stunned when he heard the sound.

"Can you make the decision?"

Dongguan frowned and replied, "I have to call Jiajun."

"You beat me!" Qiu San cursed: "I'm just worried about a fat man Huang. It's not worth more than ten million to the land. You'll come to the door to talk. Fuck, then don't leave. Stay with Fat Man Huang for a few days, and wait for Luo Jiajun to come over to talk!"

"You want to hold me?" Dong Guan finally understood Qiu San's intention at this moment.

"What's wrong with holding you?"

"Fuck!" Dongguan turned his head and looked at the person in the room. There were fine sweat beads on his forehead, but his voice was still steadily responding: "I, Dongguan, may not be anything but, I can guarantee that if you dare to touch me today, you will definitely be in a fucking life this year."

When Qiu San heard this, he reached out and scratched his head.

"Let's go." Dong Guan clenched his fists and turned around and winked at the three brothers who came with him, preparing to leave first.

"Pudong!"

Qiu Sanyi sat on the sofa, reached out to take a bottle of wine, and whispered it in his hand and shouted, "Mom, I, Qiu San, have been stumbling over for so many years, but I still didn't dare to call me this number! I will keep you today, and I want to see why Luo Jiajun didn't let me spend this silence."

"Bang!"

After saying that, the wine bottle was thrown on the ground and smashed.

"Crazy!"

More than thirty people in the house instantly surrounded Dongguan, and then more than a dozen young men carrying pieces and swords appeared at the door.

"grass!"

Dongguan reached out and pulled out a fake from the back of his brother who was following him. Wusi, turned his head and glanced at the people in the room and shouted: "Damn it, whoever touched me would try!"

Qiu San lowered his head and lit a cigarette when he heard the sound, narrowed his eyes and shouted: "A foreigner is going to be in trouble. Fuck him for me!"

After hearing this, the bald middle-aged man lay in Qiu San's ear and said, "Brother Hao means to keep people, don't mess with him."

"Fuck, don't be ruthless, Luo Jiajun is stupid. Can you pay the money and land for Fatty Huang for free?" Qiu San crossed his legs and shouted: "Stop him and throw it to the door of Jiayang Real Estate tomorrow, and give Luo Jiajun back to the beginning of 2003!"

After saying that, after three or four seconds of silence in the hall, someone from Qiu San suddenly shouted: "Fuck him!"

"Hulala!"

In almost the blink of an eye, the dozens of people in the house rushed towards Dongguan like a tide.

"Kang!"

When Dongguan saw the scene out of control, he raised his hand and shot it into the crowd. But before he could see whether he had collapsed or not, he suddenly grabbed his palm and pressed it down hard.

"Kang Kang Kang Kang!"

A few more guns came out, and sparks splashed on the tiles on the ground with bullets. Then Dongguan had no chance to fight back. Because there were too many people around, and they had already surrounded them in the middle of the three layers inside and three layers inside and outside, and there was no way they could rush out.

"Dog Basket, how fucking the fuck dares to hold the fire?"

"Hack him to death!"

“…!”

While shouting and cursing, everyone swung the bench, beer bottle, pickaxe, and handle, and smashed the four Dongguan people who were lying on the ground, but they never used the knife because they were afraid that they would beat Dongguan to death in the house.

After more than twenty seconds of fighting, Dongguan was already lying on the ground without any defense. His head was extremely dizzy, and a pool of blood the size of a washbasin seeped out from his face.

"Who is falling apart?!"

Qiu San stood on the steps, stared at him and asked.

"I fucked Xiaoliang and thumped my legs." The bald man shouted, holding a young man.

"I'm really fucking your mother. You dare to play a sword and a gun in my place!" Qiu San cursed angrily, stretched out a piece of knife, pulled his neck and roared: "Come on, hold his hand down."

"…Qiu…Qiu San…I’ll fuck your mom… You’d better kill me in this room today, otherwise I’d kill you with one hand left!"

"You still call me?! Dog basket, I will leave you a hand and wait for you to kill me!" Qiu San rushed to the side of the cardboard in a daze and shouted again: "Hold it down for me."

On the ground next to the card table, three young men pressed Dongguan's body tightly. A strong man skillfully pressed Dongguan's arm with his knees and pressed his right hand into a pool of blood.

"I'll hear it!" Qiu San stared at his eyes, gritted his teeth and waved the knife, while Dongguan, whose head was lying on the ground, felt his eyes shook by the light of the knife.

"Tait!"
Chapter completed!